I am a book fanatic and for the most part pretty well read. I won't bore you with a list of books I have read (unless you really want to know and then you can look me up on Goodreads) but I will say that my personal library contains names like Steinbeck, Carroll and Kerouac.
I have a confession - my bookshelf literally has shelves on the front and the back. While they "good" authors lord over you from the front, on the back side, facing the wall, where no one else can see, is one of my dirty little secrets - I love trashy novels, especially in the summer.
I would like to say that my trashy novels still require the writer to have some real literary talent. I would like to say that and for the most part, it is true but in the case of one series, I have even given that up for just all out steamy sex and ridiculous plots.
The series in question is the Sookie Stackhouse Novels by Charlaine Harris. Better known as the inspiration for the exceptionally better written True Blood HBO Series.
The books are just awful, yet I have read everyone and can't wait for the new one to come out is May.
So even though I have a month to go, I am officially declaring today the start of mindless reads season.
In preparation for the next installment of sassy, street smart barmaid Sookie and her gratuitous sex with Vampires, Werewolves, etc... I am rereading some older Candace Bushnell and Jackie Collins Novels.
Fun, Fun, Fun... I can't wait for my bubble bath tonight!